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Bring The Pain (Explicit) Karaoke

Method Man

SongtexteBring The Pain (Explicit)

BASICALLY

FUCK HIM

I CAME TO BRING

THE PAIN HARDCORE

FROM THE BRAIN

LET'S GO INSIDE

MY ASTRAL PLANE

FIND OUT MY MENTAL'S

BASED ON

INSTRUMENTAL

RECORDS

HEY

SO I CAN WRITE

MONUMENTAL

METHODS

I'M NOT THE KING

BUT NIGGAS IS DECAF

I STICK 'EM FOR THE CREAM

CHECK IT

JUST HOW DEEP CAN

SHIT GET

DEEP AS THE ABYSS

AND BROTHERS IS MAD

FISH ACCEPT IT

IN YOUR CROSS

COLOR CLOTHES

YOU'VE CROSSED OVER

THEN GOT TOTALLY

CROSSED OUT AND

KRIS KROSS

WHO THE BOSS NIGGAS

GET TOSSED TO THE SIDE

AND I'M THE DARK

SIDE OF THE FORCE

OF COURSE IT'S

THE METHOD MAN

FROM THE WU-TANG CLAN

I BE HECTIC

AND COMING FOR

THE HEAD PIECE

PROTECT IT

FUCK IT

TWO TEARS IN A BUCKET

NIGGAS WANT THE RUCKUS

BUSTIN' AT ME BRUH

NOW BUST IT

STYLES I GETS

BUCKWILD METHOD

MAN ON SHIT

PULLING NIGGAS

FILES I'M SICK

INSANE CRAZY

DRIVIN' MISS DAISY

OUT HER FUCKIN' MIND

NOW I GOT MINE

I'M SWAYZE

IS IT REAL SON

IS IT REALLY REAL SON

LET ME KNOW

IT'S REAL SON

IF IT'S REALLY REAL

SOMETHING

I COULD FEEL SON

LOAD IT UP

AND KILL ONE

WANT IT RAW DEAL SON

IF IT'S REALLY REAL

AND WHEN I WAS

A LIL' STEREO

I LISTENED TO SOME

CHAMPION

I ALWAYS WONDERED

WILL NOW I BE

THE NUMBER ONE

NOW YOU LISTEN

TO THE GARGON

AND THE GARGON

SUMMARY

AND ANY MAN DAT

COME TEST ME

ME GON' LICK OUT

THEM BRAINS

BROTHERS WANT TO

HANG WITH THE METH

BRING THE ROPE

THE ONLY WAY

YOU HANG

IS BY THE NECK

NIGGA POKE

OFF SET

COMIN' TO YOUR

PROJECTS

TAKE IT AS A THREAT

BETTER YET

IT'S A PROMISE

COMIN' FROM A VET

ON SOME OLD

VIETNAM SHIT

NIGGA YOU CAN BET

YOUR BOTTOM DOLLAR

HEY I BOMB SHIT

AND IT'S GONNA GET

EVEN WORSE

WORD TO GOD IT'S THE

WU COMIN' THROUGH

STICKIN' NIGGAS FOR

THEY GARMENTS

MOVIN' ON YOUR

LEFT SOUTHPAW 'EM

IT'S THE METH CAME

TO REPRESENT AND

CARVE MY NAME IN

YOUR CHEST

YOU CAN COME AND TEST

REALIZE YOU'RE

NO CONTEST SON

I'M THE GUN THAT WON

OLD WILD WEST

QUICK ON THE DRAW

WITH MY HANDS

ON THE FOUR

NINE THREE

ELEVEN WITH THE

RUGGED RHYMES

GALORE

CHECK IT 'CAUSE

I THINK NOT WHEN

THIS HIP-HOPS

LIKE PROPER

RHYMES BE

THE PROOF WHILE

I'M DRINKIN'

NINETY PROOF

VODKA

NO OJ NO STRAW

WHEN YOU

GIVE IT TO ME AYE

GIVE IT TO ME RAW

I'VE LEARNED

WHEN YOU DRINK

ABSOLUT STRAIGHT

IT BURNS

ENOUGH TO GIVE MY

CHEST HAIRS A PERM

I DON'T NEED A

CHEMICAL BLOW

TO PULL A HO

ALL I NEED

IS CHEMICAL BANK

TO PAY DA MO'

IS IT REAL SON

IS IT REALLY REAL SON

LET ME KNOW

IT'S REAL SON

IF IT'S REALLY REAL

SOMETHING

I COULD FEEL SON

LOAD IT UP

AND KILL ONE

WANT IT RAW DEAL SON

IF IT'S REALLY REAL

FUCK THE HO

FUCK THE HO